I have so many wonderful memories of Fourth of July celebrations from when I lived in Vermont. Williston went all out every single year--a mammoth of a parade complete with a neighborhood float competition, an entire square filled with food vendors of all sorts, a 5K fun run along the town bike path, not to mention the fireworks--you name it, they had it. But the best part for me was having the run of the town for a day, racing around searching for good times with the best of friends.
Since moving away in eighth grade, this day has become a chance for me to catch up with my old pals, play a game or two of pick-up basketball and smoke cigars on the waterfront while watching the sun set behind the Adirondacks. But this year we are all far too scattered and busy with our own lives, so there will be no reunion. And I think I'm fine with that.
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